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Down the Rabbit Hole	By : downloadjones300 Category: DC Verse Comics > Batman Views: 3042 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Of all the things Batman expected to find on his patrol that night, the Joker tumbling down a flight of stairs towards him was very low down on his list.
The Joker and the Mad Hatter had escaped from Arkham two nights ago and according to the guards the Joker was in no fit state to be going anywhere after undergoing shock therapy and then being pumped full of Barbiturates the evening of the escape. Both the Arkham staff and the police were still slightly baffled as to why these too particular criminals would be on the run together but Batman had a fair idea as too the answer. By escaping with the Joker, Tetch had effectively given himself the perfect cover as Batman and the police force would be sure to put all there efforts into hunting down a psychopath who had only a few months previously destroyed half the city. However Batman found himself oddly more concerned about a schizophrenic paedophile who liked to abuse children who in his sick mind, resembled Alice from Alice and Wonderland.

Batman marched over to wear the Joker had landed and tried to sit him up so he could see if there was any damage done. Apart from a large bruise forming on his knee and a cut on his forehead he was relatively unharmed. The drugs that he’d been given must have been pretty strong as he was still as floppy as a rag doll and Bruce had doubted he even knew where he was. Casting his eyes back down towards the staircase Batman snapped a Bat cuff to the staircase and the other to one of the Jokers skinny wrists.

“Wait Here” he said gruffly and headed up to the apartment that the Joker had been staying in. once inside searched the entire place but found nothing, no knives, no gasoline, not even any spare supplies of the Jokers precious make up. This didn’t exactly look like the makings of some great escape plot but it still gave Batman a deep sense of unease. Looking at his watch he concluded that it would be pointless taking him back to Arkham, not least until they got there security system sorted. Making his way back down the staircase he found the Joker in the same heap he left him in and uncuffed him from the staircase.
“Joker, do you think you can walk?” his response was an unintelligible mumble as the Joker slumped further onto the floor. In one brisk movement Bruce picked the Joker up and carried him out to the Tumbler. It surprised him how frail the Jokers body seemed beneath his clothes. The Arkham care guide evidently did not include feeding its patients.

The Mad Hatter watched as Batman carried a small heap of arms and limbs that was the Joker into the Tumbler; smiling to himself he always knew the Joker was the Batman’s favourite. As the car spend off the Mad Hatter walking back in the opposite direction, down towards the narrows were his new Alice was waiting.

The journey back to the Batcave was uneventful until the Joker without warning, suddenly threw up all over the back seat of the Tumbler. Slamming on the breaks Batman got out and went to check on his passenger in the backseat. The Joker didn’t look too good. His make up was smudged all over the place due to the sweat that was dripping down his face and his body was wracked with shakes. Batman reached in and pulled him up into a sitting position by his arms.
“Joker, this better not be one of your games, or else I’ll take you straight back to Arkham like I should have done in the first place”
The Joker merely groaned as his head flopped forwards onto Batman’s shoulder, his mind sinking into unconsciousness once more. Batman could practically feel the heat radiating of the Jokers skin and pushing aside his hatred for a man that had caused him nothing but pain and misery for the last few months, he gently picked him up and put him in the front passenger seat. Digging around beneath the front seat he found a blanket and wrapped the Joker in it. Batman took the rest of the journey at a slower speed, mostly to save himself the task of cleaning more vomit from his car. They made it all the way into the Batcave before the Joker groaned and lent forward clutching his stomach. Dragging the semi-conscious man to the bathroom, Batman made it just in time before the Joker retched again.
With his mind on auto pilot, Batman knew that he needed to get take a sample of the Jokers blood, hack into Arkham’s patient files to see exactly what the type of drugs the Joker had been given and what the effects of his shock therapy were. As soon as he let go the Joker’s knees buckled and he crashed to the floor, smacking his head on the toilet seat as he went. Groaning loudly, the Joker made another attempt to stand which ended in him crashing into the wall opposite. Batman then spent the next hour with his arm round the Jokers waist, supporting his weight and with his other hand holding the Joker’s hair back from his face as he continuously vomited. After a while the vomiting seemed to subside he was just a shaking heap in Batman’s arms, his skin was now as cold as ice and equally as pale. Batman hand subconsciously reached out to stroke the Joker’s hair soothingly; he vaguely noted that underneath that green hair dye was a surprisingly nice shade of honey blonde hair. On either side of the Joker’s head there were circular burn marks, a tell tale sign of shock therapy. The cut on his head didn’t seem to be too severe and had stopped bleeding. Out of curiosity Bruce’s fingers moved from the Joker’s hair and lightly brushed one of the scars on the Joker’s cheek. Suddenly realizing at what he was running his hand through his arch enemies hair like he was a faithfully lover, Batman dropped his hand to his side like he’d been burnt. He needed to get on and research what was making the Joker ill so he could then be returned to Arkham. Batman made to stand which proved difficult as the Joker had curled up in his lap and had his head draped against his chest. Looking around Bruce realised there was no where to put the Joker where he couldn’t do himself any more damage. The Batcave, like the manor above was still not returned to its former glory. He had the basic medical equipment down here, his computer system and a basic bathroom but that was all. He didn’t like the idea of leaving The Joker on the floor, researching a cure and coming back to find out he had choked on his own vomit. The only other option was the small bedroom on the first floor that Bruce had made for himself in the only part of Wayne Manor that was habitable. Silently thanking the fact that Alfred was currently back at his Gotham penthouse and couldn’t tell what an idiot he was being, Batman grabbed wrapped the Joker in the blanket and carried him out of the Batcave.
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